Snap.

“How about you take a photo of the singer on stage?” The bartender suggested. “He doesn’t come here often, but when he does — the place gets packed.”

You took his suggestion and situated on a chair, directing your camera to the man on stage. He doesn’t seem to notice you for a while, continuing to sing. But when he does, he lifts one of his hands up subtly as if to glance at his string.

Then, his gaze lands on you.

Snap.

Soulmate?